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I travelled among unknown men
I travelled among unknown
men
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England! did I
know till then
What love I bore to thee.
‘Tis past, that melancholy
dream!
Nor will I quit thy shore
A second time; for still
I seem
To love thee more and more.
Among thy mountains did
I feel
The joy of my desire;
And she I cherished
turned her wheel
Beside an English fire.
Thy mornings showed,
thy nights concealed
The bowers where Lucy played;
And thine too is the
last green field
That Luc/s eyes surveyed.
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